Chapter 11

AN: Ugh I'm getting nowhere with my school work and fast.

This chapter is entirely Quinn, the next will be completely Rachel.

Also, thank you for waiting so patiently for this update. My beta got busy having a life and all haha.

So yeah, Idk when the next one will be up… gonna aim for before Sunday (my birthday!) but it'll probably be after.

xox

As we get in to town, walk rather than running. It starts off a little awkwardly, as if she doesn't know how to act with me. We talked idly as we made our way through the darkening streets of downtown Lima.

Our pinkies grazed every once in a while when we walked close to each other. Eventually, I just yearned to touch her again and grabbed her hand, locking our fingers together. I heard her heart speed up at the contact and it put a smile on my face.

We finally reached the place where we needed to part ways. I lived a few blocks further up town and to finish walking her home would be going completely out of my way. We stood looking at each other, nothing being said, but the look in her eyes was almost pleading with me not to leave yet.

She looked so tiny and frail with her arms tucked around herself and her eyes looking up at me with the slightest pout on her lips. I wanted nothing more than to take her in my arms and hold her tight, but I wasn't ready to be that open to the world about my feelings for Rachel and I didn't want to push her.

"Let me finish walking you home." I offered, her hand still tight in my own.

"But that's at least half an hour out of your way." she said in a really cute voice which already told me that she wanted me to walk with her the rest of the way.

"I don't care. I can run home from your place and not be seen." I shrug. "I just don't want to leave you yet." Her smile widened and my heart skipped. I decided to stay out of her head when it is just us together, unless she is angry. I don't want to abuse this imprint because I trusted her to tell me what was going on inside her head.

We start walking again, hand in hand. After a few minutes, I finally part our hands and wrap my arm around her waist. She leans in to me as we walk and I hadn't ever felt more complete.

"I ran in to Santana in the changing rooms." I felt her body go a little tense as she spoke, but I just brushed it off. Maybe she was getting cold.

"Oh yeah?" I prompted.

"Yeah, she and Brittany were having a little uh… 'fun'… in the showers." She cringed and I laughed at her innocence.

"They always do after Cheerios. We have all kind of learnt that we need to be out of there within half an hour of practice finishing or they will start while we're all still in there." I looked up in to the sky, seeing the moon sitting on its backdrop of barely visible stars. It was nearly time for the full moon again.

"Well she wasn't happy about my being there, even though they were done when she spotted me." She scoffed.

"What did she do? Did she hurt you?" I asked, stopping us and making Rachel look at me. She raised her eyebrows at me.

"Do you really think that she could hurt me, or that I would let her hurt me? You would have known about it anyway if she did Quinn." She answered.

"You're right." I sighed, pulling her back to me and continued walking.

"She told me to back away from you, that I'm ruining your reputation. She told me that she had razors in her hair for a reason and that she was going to go all 'Lima Heights' on me if I didn't take her warning. Then she started speaking in Spanish, but I'm not really sure what she said. I walked away at that point." She laughed humourlessly and I felt rage tear through me.

"She has no right." I mutter under my breath and I know she has felt me tense up.

"Hey," she says softly, stopping and drawing my attention to her. I hadn't even noticed that we were outside her house. "Calm down ok, I can take whatever she wants to throw at me."

"That's not the point though. She doesn't get to tell me who I spend my time with." She looked to the floor for a moment and then back up at me. Her eyes were full of uncertainty and it made me choke on my emotions.

"What are we Quinn?" she asks quietly, never breaking eye contact with me.

I furrow my brow at this. "I thought it was pretty obvious?" she shook her head. "I like you Rach, I like you a lot." My hand moves to her cheek and I smile at her. The uncertainty in her eyes seemed to disappear instantly, as she leaned in to my touch. "I wouldn't be fighting with my dad over you if you weren't special to me." I whisper, leaning down to capture her lips between my own, stroking my thumb over her cheek in the process.

"I'm yours?" her voice was vulnerable, as if she was afraid that I would turn around and say no. "I just want to clarify, because otherwise I will just not hang out with you as much so Santana will back off and -," I cut her off once more with my lips.

"You're mine. My one and only." I admitted, looking deep into those chocolate orbs. She smiled at me and my heart throbbed inside my chest and my mouth went dry.

"That thing you were talking about the other day? The one mate for life thing?" Her smile never faltered when I nodded silently. "I'm not saying that we will be together forever Quinn, we might not even make it out of high school together, but I want to try."

"Even if we aren't Rach," I started softly, playing with the loose hair by her ears, "I will always be there to protect you and to make sure that you're ok. Even if it isn't me you want. You're stuck with me now." I laughed nervously.

She looked at me, studying my features. My heart was laid between us and it confused me as to why I suddenly was willing to be vulnerable for her. Why did this just turn from innocently liking her and enjoying her company, to knowing that without a doubt, she was my one and only?

"I think I'm ok with that." She stepped closer to me; our bodies flush against one another, before she kissed me. I could feel her teeth had descended, but she didn't make a move to pull away. I smiled as she sucked my bottom lip in to her mouth, running her tongue across it. I felt her tug on it and moaned, as if to give her permission.

She took it, nipping at my lip. It stung a little, but as she sucked on the wound, the pain vanished and was replaced by something I couldn't describe. Like last time, it made my head feel light and it made my whole body feel alive.

She moaned as my arms wrapped around her, holding her even closer. With another flick of her tongue to the gushing cut in my lip, she pulled away.

"You know, you never have to ask to do that Rach." My hands found their way to her lower back. One moved to her hip and the other moved just underneath her shirt to the bare skin.

The heavens opened and in seconds we were soaked through. She squealed at the sudden downpour of rain and tried to run, but I just grabbed her hand and pulled her back to me, holding her cheeks as I kissed her wet lips.

"I better go." I mumbled against her lips, resting my forehead on hers, as she made no attempt to move out of the rain.

"Don't hurt Santana." She warned and for a moment I was confused as to what she meant. I looked at her, conveying that confusion. "Come on Quinn, I know you. You're still kinda tense and you won't calm down until you've spoken to her. Just don't hurt her."

"I'll try not to." I promised.

She laughed and shook her head softly before connecting our lips once more and looking into my eyes. "Thank you." She breathed.

"For what?"

"For not running for the hills when we imprinted, for being my friend. For sticking up for me and caring about me." She shuffled and looked at her feet, then back up at me before adding, "For everything." One more kiss and she was gone. I wondered if I could ever kiss Rachel too much. Her lips were something different. They were soft and sweet, but at the same time they were teasing enough to keep me wanting more.

I watched her retreating in to her house, wiping my hair out of my face because of the rain. I noticed the sway of her hips and wondered why I hadn't ever realised how hypnotising her body was before. Maybe I did. Maybe I just didn't want to admit it to myself. Maybe that's why she had such an effect on my control.

The beast wanted her and wasn't afraid of that, but a few months ago, the same couldn't be said for the human.

I smiled when she looked at me before she closed the door completely, 'Pervert.' She told me, making me blush because I had been checking her out.

After being friends with Santana for years, I know her routine. Before Rachel, San and I used to hang out all the time, so I knew when she did what, or what days she had set aside specifically for Brittany. Tuesdays were one. After Cheerios and their session in the showers, they would go back to Brittany's house and hang out, she always told me.

Right, 'hang out'…

So I knew that she should be on her way home from the blonde's house when I left Rachel's. I quickly made my way and took her route backwards so that I could hopefully find my friend faster. I find her about ten minutes away from her house and am silently thankful that there aren't many houses around to bare witness to this.

"We need to talk." I tell her as I approach her. Her posture stiffens and I smell her nervousness. It isn't as clear as it is when I can sense Rachel's feelings, but then again, I don't share an imprint with this girl.

"I take it she told you about our little chat earlier?" Santana scoffed and I wanted to slap the smug grin off of her face.

"She did. You were out of order Santana. You have no right to threaten my friend or try and tell me who I hang out with." I try to keep my voice calm, but I know it isn't cooperating as well as I want it to.

"It seems like you are doing more than just 'hanging out' with her though to me Q." She tried to brush past me, but I stopped her and shoved her against a nearby wall. I could feel my anger increasing and starting to boil over, my control fading with every second that passed.

"So what if I am? What's it to you?" I challenged, entering her personal space.

"We have a reputation and a social order to uphold Quinn. The top of the social ladder cannot date the bottom of the social ladder." I couldn't help but finally let my anger get the best of me. I growled at her, willing myself not to change but within moments, I was towering above her.

I grunted and huffed as she looked at me, taking in my wolf form. She hadn't seen me like this since I was just a pup, I had changed. I had become bigger, stronger. She knew that, I could see it in her eyes. I bared my teeth and she flinched. I laughed internally at how her strong façade had disappeared so quickly.

"You think you scare me now that you're an even uglier big ass wolf? Really Q?" She spat, but her voice gave her fear away more so than her physical appearance.

I growled at her to get a rise out of her and she near enough shit herself. Santana's eyes wouldn't leave my teeth as I snarled at her. She wasn't going to do this to me, she wasn't going to bully me.

When I saw her start to tremble, I took a few steps backwards to give her some space. I wanted to scare the bitch out of her, not kill her. I stood up straight though. I stood tall and proud, showing her that I was nothing to be messed with, showing her my entirety and how magnificent I truly was.

She said nothing and walked away silently, but she kept her eyes on me until she had rounded the corner.

Coward.

I spotted her at her locker. She was putting some books in to it before she left for the day. I had seen her at various points over the day. We had shared glances and smiles, but we hadn't gotten a chance to be close to one another yet. We agreed on the ride to school this morning that we would try and keep our relationship as quiet as possible, charade it as a growing friendship until we were both completely comfortable with the new developments.

"I heard the darndest thing today at lunch." I said innocently, leaning against the locker next to Rachel's. She had an amused smile on her face and a smile on her lips.

"Oh really?" she asked, quirking her eyebrow.

"Quinn Fabray thinks that you look very pretty today." I lowered my voice a little, still aware that there were some people left in the hallway.

"Really? Because I wore this skirt especially for her." she smirked as I ran my eyes up and down her body. She was wearing a skirt that could almost be classed as a belt. It barely covered her ass.

"I think she noticed. In fact, I think a lot of people noticed which made her a little jealous." I admitted.

"You have no reason to be jealous." She turned her attention back to her locker momentarily, checking her hair in the small mirror before shutting the door and looking at me.

"I know. Once I figured that one out, I felt a totally different emotion." I winked, and she blushed which only made me laugh. "You're cute when you blush."

'Stop it or I will just have to kiss you in front of everyone.' She warned, the stern look on her face never reaching her eyes. She wanted to be open about our growing relationship, but she understood why we had to be comfortable about it ourselves before we told the rest of the world.

People were going to try and tear us apart. Santana wouldn't be happy about it; no doubt Finn, Puck and Sam would have something to say about it. On top of that there would be scepticism coming at us from all angles and that alone could make us doubt each other.

'Then let's go back to my place and you can kiss me all you want.' I winked again, wiggling my eyebrows at her. She shook her head with a smile and looked at her feet.

'Would kissing really be all that we would be doing?'

'Well I don't know about you, but I have been noticing a lot of nudity on my behalf and none on yours. I think that it's only fair that we even that score.' The smirk never left my face as she went bright red.

Our silent conversation was cut off however, when something incredibly cold hit both of us. It felt like a hundred tiny daggers hitting my skin all at once. "What the fuck!" I screamed, wiping as much of the sticky, cold substance from my face.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Rachel run away from the scene. Santana stood in front of me, Brittany stood slightly behind her with two other cheerleaders on either side of Santana. She wore a smirk as she chuckled evilly.

She took a step towards me and said, "You may be top dog in your world Q, but from now on, I run this place. Go on; follow her like the whipped puppy bitch that you are."

"Careful San, you wouldn't want me to spill about you and Brit." I pushed her away from me, noting the panicked look in her eye before it changed back to her usual icy persona, and ran after Rachel.

I found Rachel in the second floor bathroom. Her breathing was heavy and she was pacing back and forth.

"Hey." I greeted her and moved to the sink to try and clean some of this crap off of me.

"Someone needs to show her that she can't treat us like this!" she huffed, coming to stand next to me.

"I know Rae, but until we decide to be open about our relationship, we can't do anything about it." she bit her lip, as if she was trying to stop herself saying something. I sighed and took her hand. "Soon, ok?" she nodded silently.

"I can't come to your place tonight; I didn't get a chance to tell you earlier. My dads want to have some 'family time'." She quoted, rolling her eyes at the same time.

"That's fine baby, I think we can deal with one night apart. I have to go home anyway and show my dad who's boss again." I pulled her in to me, kissing her softly. She tasted like grape because of the slushie.

"Baby?" She smiled when we pulled apart.

"Out of that, all you got was baby? Not even sadness that we have to spend a night apart, no pout or cute little foot stop? Or that I'm going home to fight with my dad… just that I called you baby?" I rambled, trying to hide the embarrassment of letting the pet name slip out.

She shrugged. "I liked it. Call me it again." She told me, wrapping her hands around my neck and playing with the short hair she found there.

"Baby," I whispered against her lips as she got closer to me. Our lips brushed before they connected once more.

I walked in the front door of my childhood home, the smell of my mothers home cooking instantly invading my senses and making me hungry. I drop my bag in the hallway and make my way into the kitchen to find my mother over the hob.

"What's cooking mom?" I asked in a cheery tone.

"We are having your favourite; chicken pot pie. Your father went out and hunted the chickens himself earlier. He is in the living room, why don't you go and thank him." She never looked up at me so I huffed and left the kitchen in search of my father, running my fingers through my short, shaggy hair.

"Quinnie, we need to talk." I hear his voice before I see him. He is sat behind the paper in his obnoxiously large arm chair.

I take a seat in front of him, "Okay…"

"I don't want you to hang out with Rachel anymore." He lowered his paper and looked at me over the top of his stupid reading glasses.

"Why not? She understands me and she understands what it's like to be different." I argued, immediately getting angry. I fought with him about this almost every night.

"It's a disgrace Quinn! She isn't even human, she's a vampire."

"I don't care. It's too late anyway. She's it for me." He sighed at my words and rubbed his face.

"Does she know this?" H challenged, raising his eyebrow.

"I told her today." I nodded with a smile.

"And what does she have to say about that?" He crossed his legs.

"She understands and is fine with it." I tell him shortly, he doesn't deserve details since he disapproves so desperately.

He looks at me for a moment and takes of his glasses. "What about the ridiculousness that is your gender come the full moon?"

"She knows about that too, but we haven't talked about it very much." I finally broke his stare and looked at my fingers.

"Well you know how I feel about the matter Quinn and what is expected of you. You are supposed to lead this pack when I am too weak to do it." he pushed his glasses back up his nose and picked his newspaper up again.

"And what if leading this pack isn't what I want anymore?" I stood up, moving towards the door. "What if I want to get out of this ridiculous town?"

He froze and I could feel the tension rising even further in the room. My father and I used to get on famously. I was his favourite sibling, because I was happy with playing along with his perfect family role. What he wanted, I did.

But now it was different. I had things in my life that had changed what I wanted from my future.

I had Rachel to think about now and Rachel wanted to be in New York. I couldn't be what held her back. If she wants to go to New York, then I will make sure that she gets there.

Even if that meant that I had to leave my family and not look back.

"Then you can pack up your things, and leave this house." He deadpanned. I growled at him before storming to my room and slamming the door behind me.

For now, I had to play by his rules. At least until school finishes.

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